"Don't you long for something different to happen, something so exciting and new it carries you along with it like a great tide, something that lets your life blaze and burn so the whole world can see it?" -Juliet Marillier, Son of the Shadows
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Songs for this chapter:
Songs For This Chapter:
Vulnerable - dhruv
Pieces - Andrew Belle
Over The Influence - The Neighourhood
♠Jungkook's POV ♠
Time ticks around us slowly, blissfully, our lips move together with the sound of the fireworks shooting up in the sky behind our bodies clinging together as if for dear life.
The feeling is euphoric.
I feel like I'm capable of doing anything with you by my side, only you.
Your lips are soft and full against mine and in just one kiss, I'm obsessed with them. I want more of you.
I need more of you.
Your body shivers up against mine, angled perfectly over me as my hands descend down from your back to the arch of your spine. My mind, for a second begins to guide my hand to your ass but I don't touch you there, as much as I'd like to, I don't.
It's not like it would be the first time my hands magnetically glued themselves to your ass. If I recall, as we danced earlier at the club, I just couldn't resist myself and had felt you up but we were in two different situations here.
Your body language on the dance floor was trusting and opening enough for me to take the risk and you didn't seem to mind but we were in a different scenario here.
Sure we were making out but I didn't want you to think I was giving myself the right to touch you wherever I wanted just because we were making out.
Instead, I let my hand adventure off underneath your top and settle directly on your skin, you shiver and your lips part against mine to release a shaky and breathless sound.
Our eyes meet and quickly I capture the sound you just released by taking your lips again.
Progressively as time goes on, the intensity of our kiss increases.
I slip my tongue between your lips to part them, easily accessing you and being gifted with a beautiful sound, a whimper.
I feel your fingertips caressing my jawline before one hand settles on the side of my neck, fingertips grazing into my hair as the other travels down my chest, feeling up my pecks before you grip my bicep for leverage.
